Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 1952 - 1920: True Immortal

Jiang Ding quietly admired.

The proud True Immortal, an immortal being born from flas, the King of Hundred Birds, the most noble True Immortal in the universe, walked from afar, entering the ti rift.

And now, he was as humble as an ant.

"Such a powerful and beautiful being..."

Jiang Ding murmured.

In front of such a strong presence, he gradually bowed his head.

He recovered from his fanaticism, gradually learning respect, sending off this greatest being in the Endless Universe Starry Sky with a humble posture, not daring to overstep.

It goes without saying,

that this naturally did not attract even the slightest glance from this proud being.

Suddenly,

the immortal being within the flas, an incomparably proud existence, halted and looked back.

Jiang Ding continued to wait humbly.

His entire divine soul, mana, and blood and flesh were about to burn completely, leaving no retreat, to strike a certain-death sword.

Although, he did not think that this immortal being would halt nor look back for him.

Buzz!

The sa brilliant radiance appeared in this world.

At the mont she appeared, the void, burned by flas, slowly gave rise to ripples, as various magic skills were born from the dead void, continuously evolving like life.

A certain terrifying aura was forming amidst the changing anomalies, carrying an incredibly fearso aura of Immortal Techniques.

Jiang Ding maintained a humble posture, lowering his head a bit more.

The Dari Swordsman always respected power.

Amongst countless changing anomalies, a being also shrouded in light arrived here, her gaze swept past and unexpectedly paused on the green-clothed youth as tiny as an ant.

"You have an interesting path."

"The Human Race is facing difficult tis, critical for survival, you must strive hard."

A being within countless variables said lightly.

Her voice was pleasant and lodious.

She was actually speaking to an ant-like being, never before seen.

"Yes,"

"True Immortal."

Jiang Ding silent for a mont, said.

At this mont, certain rule-like restrictions appeared.

That is, he could not actively hunt Human Dao Child, Human Swordsman, or even lure them on purpose.

Because, this was the Heavenly Constitution.

The words spoken by a True Immortal of the Human Race were the Heavenly Constitution, were rules, which the weak must obey.

The being amid endless variables nodded slightly, no longer regarding this ant of her own race, and walked into the ti rift.

"The child sealed in ti by the Ten Thousand Laws Ancient Emperor?"

"How dare you be born in this era."

The being within the immortal flas laughed with a silver-bell-like voice: "In history, there has never been a father and son who were both emperors, do you want to create such a miracle?"

"Demon Slave."

The being in endless variables lightly glanced at her and disappeared into the ti rift.

She was extrely proud, harboring a deep-seated condescension towards the Demon Race, because in her birth era, the Human Race dominated the Endless Universe Starry Sky, and the Demon Race, even the Phoenix, was just a servant, commonly found in the Imperial Palace, making it difficult for her to regard the Demon Race as equals.

It can even be said that the ant of the Human Race had a higher status in her heart than the True Phoenix.

"Hahaha..."

The being in the immortal flas laughed heartily, to the utmost delight.

At this instant, she suddenly developed so killing intent, so interest, thus looking towards the direction of the green-clothed youth ant, intending to bestow so honor upon him.

However, it was sowhat unfortunate, as that ant had already vanished, entering the ti rift.

The being in the immortal flas was not at all regretful, moreover, she had no intention of wasting ti to pursue, only shaking her head slightly, she too rged into the ti rift.

...

Perishing Immortal Realm.

Sealed Spirit Forbidden Domain, no, in this era, it’s called the Absolute Spirit Domain.

In the vast prairie, cattle and sheep road, pastoral slaves herded horse flocks over, grazing on lush green grass, producing a dull crunching sound, along with the fresh fragrance of grass, a pleasant sll loved by many, considered the scent of nature.

This is naturally a picturesque and poetic wonderful scene.

However, if so uninterested person were to co here and see this scene, they might say, this is the sll of grass bodies being cut off, similar to the blood that spurts when humans are injured.

Very much spoiling the view, very uninteresting.

Although, this is so objective fact.

The young pastoral slave shepherded here, and hours later, as the grass was grazed away, he drove the cattle and sheep herd away.

If the cattle and sheep were not well-fed, the chieftain would not spare him.

This ordinary, ubiquitous grassland returned to tranquility.

The sound of the wind rushed through.

Nobody knew, among the billions of blades of grass, there existed one blade with consciousness, which had existed silently for over a hundred years and had never moved.

"It’s infuriating!"

"Really... damn it."

This blade of grass that was almost entirely grazed by a certain sheep cursed under its breath: "I, this humble one, painstakingly grew grass leaves for a year, containing a bit of Spiritual Energy, only to have them eaten by you."

"Mark my words, you black-spotted sheep!"

"You are the first sheep to be recorded in my book!"

"When I recover my strength, I’ll be the first to smack you, even breaking your horns!"

This grumbling blade of grass was, naturally, the future Dari Swordsman, the first Taoist disciple of the Perishing Immortal Realm, a classic story of a tiger descending to the valley in Pingyang, shedding many tears.

"Another year to wait!"

Jiang Ding huffed angrily.

Since seeing the True Immortal, he instantly felt his life filled with brilliance, full of hope for the future, optimistically to death.

He had descended into the ti rift for one hundred and twelve years.

Witnessing the True Immortal and resisting the ti rift brought him horrific injuries, almost on the brink of serious injury and death, to the extent that once swallowed by the ti rift, he couldn’t choose the life of any Heavenly Human Level sect being, even that of a mortal infant, transforming into rely a blade of grass.

A blade of grass.

Just a pure blade of grass.

Not any Spiritual Plants, nor any exotic wasteland plants, so ordinary it would make one heartache.

Fortunately, the knowledge reserve of the Dari Swordsman on the Immortal Path was comparable to a humanoid super-library.

Throughout his life, he had read countless Immortal Path classics, including Demon Cultivation Scriptures, secret techniques of plant-based demon cultivation thods, etc., and with his profound Immortal Path knowledge, creating a "Weed Sword Scripture" was not difficult, thus beginning the cultivation.

The problem is, this grass is too ordinary!

Not even a hint of ridian, not a particle of spiritual material, absolutely no structure to carry mana.

Even as strong as the Dari Swordsman, a basic spiritual material is needed to bring his potential into play.

Therefore, for over a hundred years, Jiang Ding was no different from an actual blade of grass, accumulating Spiritual Energy bit by bit, undergoing cycles of spring, sumr, autumn, and winter, growth and withering, slowly storing up enough Spiritual Energy for the first breakthrough.

This year’s completion was ruined by that accursed sheep eating the grass leaves, prolonging the wait by another year.

"Ah, let it be."

"My patience is quite good..."

Jiang Ding slowly settled down.